Time: 'The Lazarus Experiment'
Summary: The Doctor bids farewell to Martha Jones… for real, this time.
Disclaimer: the majority of this little fic is from the actual episode, so you'll all have to pardon me for that, being it is most certainly not mine, nor are the Doctor or Martha.
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"So, back where you were, as promised," the Doctor said emotionlessly, looking casually about Martha's bedroom.
"This is it?" she asked, her eyebrows raised disbelievingly.
"Yeah, I should probably…" he rocked back on his heels awkwardly, glad to hear the phone cut off his sentence.
The answering machine picked up the call.
"I'm sorry," Martha apologized offhandedly, shrugging her shoulders slightly.
"Martha, are you there? Pick it up, will you?" Francine Jones' voice said from the machine.
"It's Mum. It'll wait," Martha said casually and smiled at the Doctor, who seemed intent on the message.
"All right, then. Pretend you're out if you like."
The Doctor smiled and chuckled slightly, as did Martha.
"I was only calling to say that your sister's on TV. On the news of all things. Just thought you might be interested."
Martha reached for the remote control and turned on the television. There was an aged man standing beside her sister, Tish. He was speaking as though he was a rather important figure in society.
The details are top secret…
"How could Tish end up on the news?" Martha asked with only slight interest.
…but I can tell you that tonight, I will demonstrate a device which will…
"She got a new job doing PR for some research lab," Martha explained.
With the push of a single button, I will change what it means to be human.
Martha flipped off the television, uninterested in the programme, and turned to face the Doctor. "Sorry. You were saying you should--"
The Doctor inhaled sharply and turned to Martha, setting a loving hand on the TARDIS door, "Yes, yes. I should. One trip we said."
"Yeah," she nodded, hoping that he might reconsider the agreement, "I suppose things just kind of escalated."
"Mmm," he nodded as well, "Seems to happen to me a lot."
"Thank you. For everything," Martha took a hesitant step forward, a dazed but lusty look in her eyes.
"It was my pleasure," the Doctor grinned, oblivious to Martha's intent.
She looked up at him, her eyes gently gazing into his; her lips barely puckered. She continued her slow approach and reached up to touch his cheek with her soft hand.
The Doctor's eyes grew wide and he stumbled back. "No you don't, Martha Jones."
"But--" she protested, crestfallen.
"One trip," he reminded her, stepping into the TARDIS, "That's it."
"But--" she reached for the TARDIS door as soon as he slammed it shut. Her fingers curled around the door handle gingerly, but released it when the entire box began to dematerialize. "Doctor!"
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"Did he say change what it means to be human?" the Doctor muttered to himself as he set his coordinates then shrugged, "Ah well, I'll check up on it later."
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A/N: Dare I say just how much I dislike Ms. Jones? Oh well. My prejudices aside, dare I ask you to review? I think I do, so here goes… Read and Review! --lexx